Shattered Glass

Once the days are calm, they will pass quickly.

Mei Li sits on the warm-heated Kangshou Hall, listening in peace as if Fujin and Aunt Yu'an were teasing and laughing in their ancestors.

Unlike Aunt Yu'an, Ying Rufu Jin is good at talking, and there are frequent good news from the front line. Yong Hyuk performed well, and even the emperor has made him a third-class general in town. She feels very good, and her words are more lively and funny. The ancestors laughed again and again.

The seven-month-old child seemed to be infected by the atmosphere of joy and moved violently.

"Ah! The child moved!" Ying Rufujin said with a smile, and gently placed her hand on Meili's belly. Compared to before, Yingrufujin was kinder to her. "It looks like a boy!" She nodded confidently.

"I would rather have a baby girl." Mei Li smiled faintly, her eyes naturally showing a soft expression.

Aunt Yu'an also said with a smile, "Good girl! It's a blessing to be a mother for her first child!"

The old ancestors were also very happy, "This child is almost New Year's Eve when he was born, and he deserves an auspicious and nice name!" The battle went well, and everyone was overjoyed. "She Ama is also back, let him think about it."

There was a thin snow falling outside, and the maids raised the curtains from time to time when they entered and exited. The thin snowflakes fell on the early red plums, which were so beautiful that Mei Li couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

There was a sudden commotion outside the palace, as if the whole Chengde Palace was slowly boiling, Xiaozhuang listened carefully, Ying Rufujin jumped up and congratulated her on her blessing: "Congratulations to the ancestors, congratulations to the ancestors, listen , This is a cheer for victory! It must be the victory of the Qing Dynasty soldiers!" After the battle was over, she was even more ecstatic than anyone else.

Xiaozhuang also cried with joy, and the **** who Announced the Good News came all the way from the emperor, covered with thin snow beads on his body, and ran in with a smile to ask for his reward. Everyone cheered for joy, especially fortune and prosperity.

Xiaozhuang wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and took Ying Rufujin's hand, "Happy? My son is coming back! My son is fighting outside. What is the heart of a mother... This time, it's better! Don't you worry about it? I must Go to the emperor to give Yonghe a heavy reward!"

Ying Rufujin knelt down to thank you with choking.

Aunt Yu'an also pulled her up with tears, "Yonghe is really Guangzong Yaozu coming back from his meritorious service this time, and the old ancestor has loved him so much. Ying Ru, really congratulations! It's not worth worrying about these days and nights!"

Mei Li was inconvenient to move, she still slowly came down from the kang to Ying Rufu Jin Dao Xi, Yonghe Ruyu An aunt said that she made great contributions, and the glorious lintel came back, and her guilt and pain in her heart naturally alleviated. To her... …Especially a good thing.

Ying Rufujin raised Mei Li with emotion. At the beginning, Yong Hyuk was forced to go on the expedition because of her. It was not that she had never complained, but Yong Hyuk became famous because of this. It is hard to tell the fate of life.

"Go back and confess goodbyes to your master." Xiaozhuang joked like Fujin.

Ying Rufujin is indeed back home like an arrow, as if her son can come back from the front in the blink of an eye, her heart can't be restrained with joy, and she really wants to go home and share this joy and pride with her husband.

Seeing that the ancestors were also blatantly going to the emperor, she left with Ying Rufujin.

As soon as she left the door of the bedroom, Ying Rufujin’s close-to-the-body mother cried and greeted her. The sorrow in her eyes was extremely contradictory to the cheerful atmosphere around her. It was as if Mei Li's heart was pierced by acupuncture. The joy of the sorrow, and the sorrow of sadness in the palace roads where the thin layer of snow has fallen.

"Fujin, go back to the mansion soon." The old mother was sobbed, "Master does not let the ancestors be disturbed, so I dare not enter the hall to call you, go back to the mansion!"

Ying Rufujin also seemed to feel something ominous, and the smile on his face froze for a while, and he couldn't help it. "What's the matter?" She asked vainly, and she shook her head first, as if to refute the terrible thoughts that had arisen in her heart.

"Go back and talk about it." The old mother cried and pulled Ying Ru Fujin, who had already begun to tremble.

"No! Say it!" Ying Rufujin earned a bit and suddenly became fierce.

The old mother groaned for a moment, and the words are the same early and late... "Fu Jin," she firmly supported Ying Ru, "Young Master...married to the country."

Martyred?

Mei Li was standing behind Ying Rufujin. It took a long time for her to understand such a clear sentence.

Martyred...dead...dead in faraway Mongolia.

Ying Ru Fujin screamed, she couldn't take care of anything. She had no time to take care of who was shocked or shocked. "Impossible! Yonghe still wrote a few days ago! You guys are talking nonsense!" She pointed to the old mother, as if trying to blind her.

"Fu Jin... go home." The mother didn't want to elaborate, she just cried and pulled her master out.

"Impossible!" Ying Ru Fujin retorted frantically.

"...The right forward battalion commanded by Chengyi Baylor dragged down the enemy's main force so that our army surrounded them and won...Chengyi Baylor and the young master...all the right forward battalion soldiers were martyred..."

Mei Li stood stiffly in the snow, all martyred... Brother Chengyi... Yong Hyuk...

She didn't cry, but Ying Rufu Jin's sharp cries cut her heart faster than a knife. Before she had time to grieve for the deaths of Chengyi and Yonghe, despair filled with coldness in her heart. What would she do? Yong Hyuk is dead, because she is dead...what will she do?

She heard the maids around her screaming in panic, because the snow was dark and the sky was getting darker and darker, and the sky was spinning...hot liquid gushing out of her body, flowing wet and hot along her legs... she When I fell softly, I only saw red plum blossoms as bright as blood.

Because of the pain, her fainting ended very briefly. The long suffering made her consciousness very confused. When it hurt the most, she even had hallucinations... She was also on the battlefield outside the Great Wall of bitter cold. The wind was so cold, but the snow was sparsely scattered, and she was swept away by the brutal wind. Many Mongolian soldiers surrounded Chengyi and Yonghe, shouting killing, wailing... Then suddenly they died, and everyone was gone...On the snow covered with corpses, Chengyi and Yonghe lay quietly there , The wind, blowing their scattered hair, snow, slowly covering their bodies.

Do not! How can they die?

In the sunset, Brother Chengyi stood on the empty field of the imperial tomb and looked at the horizon silently. He was handsome and thin, but his eyes were so tenacious... Is he dead?

In the night, Yonghe looked at her tenderly, and went to Jiangnan...

The pain caused her to scream out, and she clenched the towel tied to the head of the bed, and she heard the child cry loudly. Her child? !

"Child...child..." She dared to realize that her child is only seven months old! Still so small! Maybe...no...she can no longer accept any death or leave! She can't stand it!

The mothers who delivered the baby were very busy. Aunt Yu'an had been by the bedside all the time, but Mei Li had just found out.

"Child...child..." Mei Li looked at her beggingly, because everyone was busy and no one could even bother to talk to her.

Aunt Yu'an was crying, and said softly to her: "I'm a kid, listen, cry...very good."

Miri keenly heard the uncertainty in her tone, and no one dared to speak up for a premature child.

"Let me see it!" She said out loud suddenly, and she was also heard by the mothers.

A very small baby was wrapped in a thick swaddle and wept lowly. Miri wanted to touch him, but she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand. The shout just now seemed like a miracle God gave her.

The child was trembling and struggling.

Just gave her a quick glance, and the mother ran out of the room holding the baby. Aunt Yu'an told her that the best imperial doctors were all outside.

Mei Li tilted her head and looked at the thick curtain that blocked everything... Child, the flesh and blood derived from her life... Who can leave her behind, he can't!

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